The old carpenter said, "Little brother, the old man came over last night. I don't know what happened between you. But right now, the old man thinks you should think about how to lay this coffin."
While speaking, he glanced at Wu's body.
I know what he meant. He was referring to the fact that Huang Jinshan’s body was riveted into seven longevity nails in the manner of the Big Dipper to lock the evil spirit in the body. The only way to let Wu Lao enter the funeral without incident is to use Yang Qi neutralizes the evil energy in his body.
And to neutralize the evil spirit in his body, the only way to make the coffin's yang energy even worse.
Someone will definitely ask, weren't the seven life nails pulled out by Wu Can
Objectively speaking, it was indeed pulled out by Wu Can, but on the whole, he pulled out only the shou nails, which had no effect on the evil spirit in his body.
To make a simple analogy, it is like when building a house, mixing cement and sand with water. After mixing, the hardness is like mud. Once it is fixed in a container, it will not be long after it is fixed. Not to mention that it is as hard as iron, at least it is hard, even if the container is taken away, the hardness of the cement is still abnormally hard.
And Huang Jinshan's seven life nails riveted into Wu Lao's corpse, these seven life nails are like containers, fixing the evil spirit in Wu Lao's body, even if the seven life nails are taken away, it is still the same.
To be honest, if Huang Jinshan hadn't riveted seven life nails into Wu Lao's body, the coffin I had hit so far would be enough to deal with it. But after being riveted into the seven life nails by Huang Jinshan, I am afraid that Yang Qi will not be enough to neutralize the evil spirit in Wu Lao's body.
This made my face sink suddenly, and subconsciously walked over to Mr. Wu. The old carpenter said on the side, "Little brother, in this situation, I am afraid there are only two ways, one is to kill Mr. Wu. The body was cremated on the spot, another..."
As he said, he paused, glanced at me deeply, and continued: "The other is to engrave the ghost writing on this coffin. There is really no way except for these two methods. "
I hummed softly. There are only these two options at present. As for the first option, I have not considered it at all. The reason is simple. On the way to Dongguan, Mr. Wu joked to me that he was the most feared in his life. It is on fire. If his body is cremated, I guess his old man will be unhappy, and maybe he will get something out of it.
In other words, there is only one way left, and that is to engrave the ghost text on the coffin.
However, I don't understand the ghost writers at all.
The old carpenter should have seen my difficulties, and said quietly: "That's right, the old man has lived for seven to eighty years, but he has seen a lot of ghosts, but he can use the ghost texts, and the old man has only seen two People know how to use it, one is your master, and the other is..."
Having said this, he paused, gave a faint smile, and stopped talking.
My mind at the time was always on Mr. Wu, and I didn't care who the second person he was talking about, so I said quietly, and walked over to the ghost maker Jiwen that Huang Jinshan had brought over.
This ghost writing from Huang Jinshan is similar to the one in my hand. It is a small wooden barrel. The material of the barrel is fine golden nanmu. It is about 15 cm high and 8 cm in diameter. There are four totems carved in the east, south, west, and north by the ghost craftsman Zhiwen.
The totem of the ghost in my hand looks like a Chinese character, but this totem looks like a Chinese character. The fonts in four directions look quite similar, but when you look closely, there is a character between each character. The huge difference, the specific method of difference, cannot be described in words.
This feeling is simply mysterious.
I stared at this ghost writer Zhiwen for a long time, only to feel utterly unconscious, my eyes dull and empty.
This is exactly the same feeling as the first time I saw the ghost writer Jiwen. However, the difference is that this time when I saw this ghost writing text, it seemed to have a slight epiphany. I felt that this Chinese character was not composed of one word, but was composed of countless pieces of small wood chips.
At the moment, I looked startled, emptied my thoughts, sat on the ground, closed my eyes slightly, stretched out my hand to touch the word east, and carefully felt the word'中' with my fingers.
At first, I used my thumb, and I kept rubbing on the Chinese character without feeling.
Subconsciously, I changed my index finger and touched the word "Zhong".
The strange thing is that at the moment when my index finger touched the Chinese character, my head was heavy, and I only felt that the Chinese character was especially hot to my hands. This made my brows frown, and I quickly changed the middle finger to the Chinese character. Touched it.
The evil thing is that when the middle finger touches it, it is no different from the thumb when it touches it, and there is no feeling at all.
Could it be... my index finger.
At this point, I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the index finger. When I was just born, the index finger of my right hand was burnt like charcoal, and even my nails were black. It seemed to have been roasted by a fire until I was six years old. The skin of the index finger has become normal, but the nails have been black all these years.
Many times, when encountering strangers, I always hide this finger subconsciously. After all, normal people’s nails are red.
However, just a moment ago, I suddenly realized that before I was born, my father asked a finger craftsman to find a way. After the finger craftsman told his father the method, he committed suicide inexplicably. Could it be that the suicide of the finger craftsman was related to my finger?
Wait, one finger craftsman only has one finger, but when I was born, one finger was burnt as black as charcoal.
Is there a connection in the middle
Thinking of this, I quickly closed my eyes, and slowly stretched out my fingers to touch the Chinese character on the east side of the ghost maker Jiwen.
This time, my index finger just touched the word "中", and the previous feeling of hot hands reappeared. I forcibly endured the feeling of burning my hands and pressed the word "中" firmly, and gradually, the word "中" The temperature gradually dropped.
At the same time, I only felt that the word "中" appeared in my mind, and that word kept churn and churn in my mind, and finally floated diagonally in my mind.
In an instant, there was a strange feeling in my heart, as if I knew the word, and I felt that the word seemed very familiar to me.
This feeling is really mysterious and mysterious, and it is impossible to express it in words. Only the person concerned can understand it.
At the moment, I did not dare to open my eyes. I dragged the small wooden barrel with my left hand, and kept pressing the index finger of my right hand on the word "中". Yelled, "Quickly, give me the carving knife."
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